I hacked my ex's myspace and email accounts to check up

I am torn between loyalty and independence. I've been with my fiancé for over 5 years now. Almost 2 years ago, we moved in together and in April, he proposed and I said yes. But there's another guy (isn't there always?) who's been my best friend since before I even met my current fiancé. I've always found him attractive, but never thought I had a chance; he's very flirty, so I took his advances as him just flirting, harmlessly and meaninglessly, until the next pretty girl walked in the room. Then, one night just a few months before my fiancé first asked me out, we kissed. He told me he'd wanted to for awhile, but I still passed it off as his hormones going nuts. With this in mind, I figured pursuing a relationship with him would end in disaster, and we'd lose our friendship, so we agreed to just stay friends. But things were awkward between us after that; for my part, he was pursuing a relationship with a girl I'd known since kindergarten, and neither liked nor trusted one bit. Yet we continued to flirt, even after I began going out with my fiancé. He'll, not just flirt - we played Grope Tag. Guess how you play that? In my fiance's car, even on his couch with him sleeping next to us. I figured nothing was ever coming of it anyway, so what did it matter? It was just us goofing around with each other. I never questioned my original assertion: I was just entertaining him until the Next Best Thing. Then, a few months ago, he asked me why we never dated. Recently, I answered him - he never asked out. The conversation that followed shook the foundations of what I'd originally based my current relationship on: I had no chance with him, so I went out with the guy I knew I had one with. And now my engagement is in the toilet, anyway; my fiance's proven himself to be nothing more than a large child sometimes, and expects me to give in to him. Yet I feel like I get nothing in return: the s** hasn't been as satisfying as it could be for awhile, and I feel like a housewife now because no matter how many times I ask/nag/yell at him that I will not pick up his socks, or his dishes, or wash the towels HE uses up, I just get a sigh or a groan of frustration. Sometimes, he does it begrudgingly, but I can feel the wall of our relationship cracking every time. Even better, when we moved in together, we moved an hour away from our hometown, family, and friends. He works graveyard shift at a gas station most nights, so I don't see him often. We're both miserable in this situation, and want to move back closer to home. For awhile, I've been telling myself when we move back, things will get easier. But is really our location that's ruining us, or just us? To top it all off, my fiancé LOVES to make plans for the future, which I'm cool with - to an extent. But now he keeps trying to rope me into situations I feel I have no say in. He wants to start a funeral home, but it has to family-owned in our state, so guess who would have to manage the place? He finds a house for sale, and immediately says I'll love it, we're checking it out this week. I could say this is because I'm a control freak, but really it's just because I'm more independent than he is. He was mostly raised by an overly-doting mother who spoiled the s*** out of him; I was raised in a broken family, so mostly raised myself. I've always found people who can't do things for themselves frustrating, but now that such a person is nearly the only one I have left, I feel like my *life* is for *him*. He would say otherwise - he doesn't care if I go out with friends, or am unexplainably absent from the house. But such things would've gotten him dumped right quick anyway; he never told me where he goes in life, so must I. I'm so confused. Do I abandon a relationship I've out so much work into, or just keep giving it all till I have nothing left? Do I take a chance with my best friend, 5 years later? I WANT to, so badly. He has a habit of turning me on, and (subconsciously?) I return the favor. It makes feel dirty, and guilty. Yet, I still have the same worry; am I just entertaining him, for now? Probably. But at this point, I don't care. I'd sleep with him the first moment we had alone, I confess, even if it led nowhere; I doubt it would ruin our friendship now; we've been too open with each other about everything else. I *know* it would ruin my relationship with my fiancé; his biggest fear is that I'll get bored of him. Now I have, but I can't stand to tell him and crush his spirit. I started to look to astrology, hoping to find something like, "Give things due time, and they'll work out". Instead, I find no good news for my relationship, but far too much enticement when I matched mine and my friend's signs. It was, in fact, quite scary, saying mine and my friend's love can go unacknowledged for years - which it was - but that mine and my fiance's relationship is based only illusions (his perfected illusion of me, no doubt; that I will always be there to take care of him, that I will never leave him, that I am capable of returning such deep emotions I find I cannot understand). I don't know what to do. I'm so confused. I want to go back in time and tell myself to just go for it, ask my friend out, it will be worth it. Instead, I took the cowardly path, and am paying for it dearly now.

I am torn between loyalty and independence. I've been with my fiancé for over 5 years now. Almost 2 ...

My wife and I have been married for several years and we still get along. I love having s** with her and she with me. We don't have any kids, so life is still fun having s** whenever and wherever we want. Sometimes we stop into the adult store and look for anything new or strange they may have gotten in. We have picked up some odd toys, like c*** suckers, p**** strokers, and electric shocking vibrators. Most of the time the new toy does what it's supposed to and keeps are s** life interesting. The last several months that we have stopped in, they haven't had anything new. I asked my wife what we're going to do if they have ran out of ideas and there are no new toys. She jokingly said that she'd just have to use a real human p**** as a new d****. She caught me off guard, so I just laughed and said ok. Not thinking any more about it, I just put the comment out of my head and moved on. Several weeks later I came home on a Friday night after work and found my wife sitting there with some guy I had never met. She introduced him and said she met him at the local supermarket. I shook his hand and offered him a cold beer. He accepted and we moved out back to the patio. We all three sat around the table drinking and talking for about an hour. That's when my wife laid a bombshell on me. She said so you remember several weeks ago when I said I wanted a human d**** and you said ok? Well this guy is the human d**** that I want. What do you think? I was shocked and didn't know what to say. I asked her if she really wanted to f*** another guy, and she said well only if you'll let me baby. I couldn't very well say no, and truth be told, it was getting me hard. I told her that if she wanted to f*** him she could, but only with me. She agreed and we all three headed for the bed room. Once there this guy was quick to undress, and my wife was even quicker to take his c*** into her mouth. She started sucking him like there was no tomorrow. She sucked and rubbed his b**** as he slipped his c*** in and out of her mouth. Several minutes later my wife stood up and stripped her cloths off. This guy then pushed her onto the bed and dove head first into her nice little p****. He lapped at her p**** as he tonge f***** her and bit at her c***. I have never seen my wife move like she moved that night. She then grabbed him and demanded that he f*** her. He crawled up on top of her and within seconds he was b**** deep in her p**** f****** her like she was a two bit w****. She screamed in pleasure with every thrust he made as his b**** slapped her on the ass. As quickly as they had started, they both finished with one finally thrust he shot his load deep inside her. It happened so fast that I didn't even take my own cloths off. I just stood there shocked by the fact that my wife just f***** another man in front of me. The both got up and he put his clothes back on. My wife walked over to me, kissed me, and said she was going to take a shower. He shook my hand again and then left. Later that night, my wife came on to me and we headed for the bed room. I took my clothes off and my wife dropped to the floor and started sucking my c***. After several minutes she stood up and took her clothes off. I pushed her on the bed and began eating her p**** like my life depended on it. She was moving and screaming the same way she had earlier. Then she grabbed me and demanded that I f*** her harder and better than the other guy. My d*** got so hard, I slammed it in her p**** and f***** her like a two bit w****. It was the best s** either of us has had. Afterward my wife asked me if I had fun. Of course I did, I answered. She said good, because I'm never f****** anyone other than you again. That was the first, last, and only time I will f*** another guy.

My wife and I have been married for several years and we still get along. I love having s** with her...

Is this super weird...? I hope I can convey this in a way where no one will take it the wrong way, and it's probably going to be a long read, so buckle up for a waste of your time. ok so I have this non-sexual "fetish" for stomachs (I'm a straight teen female). And I try to look up similar 'cases' of this kind of s*** but it's almost ALWAYS only a thing guys have and it IS sexual for them. And it's really hard to find information/input on things that aren't extremely f***** up like fetishes for s*** like weight gain, inflation, ...vore *cringe*..., and stuff like that. I'm not into fat. I'm not into balloons. I'm definitely not into being eaten alive. And what I do like isn't sexual somehow... I don't understand it, either. So this is the weird(er) part: If I'm just laying down or going to sleep or something, something where I'm doing Nothing, I'll imagine this boy I have a crush on having a stomach ache (yeah it's f***** up and idk what my problem is) and then me helping him feel better...like wtf. But I don't get aroused or anything and none of it is ever about s**. Maybe I just like the feeling of taking care of someone...? But why is it only for stomach issues? And I hate, hate, HATE stomach related things in real life unless it's with a guy I'm attracted to. Like my feelings are like this: people burping- HATE it, People touching their stomachs in ways that would suggest a stomach ache- HATE it, people simply using words like "belly/tummy"/even "stomach" - hate it, Vomiting - terrified, and, (excluding vomiting because I've never seen him do that and it would still probably freak me out), yet I like to see those things applied to that guy for some reason. Like how once he said his stomach was hurting him in class and the teacher asked him what was wrong and some other kid described it as, "his tummy hurts" and I thought that that was ..cute? For some reason?? I'm still not sure how to word what I feel when I think/hear of him feeling like that. Also, as mentioned before, I HATE hearing people burp and I don't know why. But another weird thing is that I never hated it when I heard him do it.. I didn't really Like/love it or anything because I still think that's pretty weird even for me but still. And getting back to the stomach ache thing - of course I don't want him to be in pain but for some reason I get a good yet non-sexual feeling when that idea is in my head or if he actually has one in real life. It makes me want to touch his stomach or kind of rub it a certain way that would make him feel good and extra comfortable or relaxed, kind of like a back rub. I just think seeing him feel really good (again, besides sexually), especially after feeling sick, would be really cute and endearing, I guess. Even just hearing him say something like "my tummy hurts/my belly hurts" would give me that feeling that makes me want to say "aww." But I'm also still a hypocrite when it comes to reading about what people call "stomach ache fetishes" because it weird me out to read stuff like that, probably because it's not Exactly how I feel...a lot of hypocrisy going on lol. So yeah, that's basically all I can think to say about it. I know it's obviously unusual, but I wanted to know if it's like EXTREMELY f***** up or something like that in your opinion. Thanks

Is this super weird...? I hope I can convey this in a way where no one will take it the wrong way, a...